Top 100 Flower Rose Quotes
#1. Samarpreet Singh
From head to toe, That makes to souls close,
Red is colour with no. of petals, for you a flower ROSE
Samar Sudha
#3. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
#4. Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
Dorothy Parker
#5. When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
John Keats
#6. It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
Sarah Monette
#7. What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
Henry Ward Beecher
#8. Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that?
Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?
D.J. MacHale
#9. In a maize field choose to be a flower. In a garden of daises choose to be a rose.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#11. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ...
William Shakespeare
#12. Belief is like plastic flowers, which look like flowers from far away. Trust is real rose. It has roots, and roots go deep into your heart and into your being.
Rajneesh
#13. Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
Sappho
#14. A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#16. Focus on the heart center and feel love. There is a flower there, but it's like a rose folded up. As you meditate, feel that the flower is opening. Each time you open a set of petals you're going deeper into eternal awareness.
Frederick Lenz
#17. I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
#18. You see a rose flower. Do you believe in it or do you disbelieve in it? You don't do anything, you simply look at it.
Osho
#19. The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
Aberjhani
#20. Even the most beautiful flower, the rose," he argued, "has the thorn that makes it imperfect.
Lynetta Halat
#21. She has lived and loved! There is no folded petal, no latent dewdrop, in this perfectly developed rose!
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#22. There is something horrible about a flower;
This, broken in my hand, is one of those
He threw it in just now; it will not live another hour;
There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
Charlotte Mew
#23. Behave like the flower; it blooms with its own petals without bothering to take the colour of another flower's petals. You can excel with what you have!
Israelmore Ayivor
#25. As the rose-tree is composed of the sweetest flowers and the sharpest thorns, as the heavens are sometimes overcast - alternately tempestuous and serene - so is the life of man intermingled with hopes and fears, with joys and sorrows, with pleasure and pain.
Edmund Burke
#27. Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the attar in the asp We could institute a slaughter That would make a planet gasp.
Nathalia Crane
#28. I would regard meanings
given by others so far
as refreshing boon,
I would still be enamoured of rose
or any heartless flower's smell
if tender tides of your affection
had not suffused
the pollens of my heart
with loving aroma.
Suman Pokhrel
#29. The audacious telegraph operator took the flower from his buttonhole and said to her: I give you my life in this rose.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#30. Thus with the year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
John Milton
#31. Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Walter Scott
#32. His young man's limbs, sleek in their dark male pride, seemed to disdain the covering offered them by the brief shorts and striped jersey. His body might have been naked, like his full, muscled throat, which rose, round and proud as the male organ of a flower, from the neck of his sweater.
Stella Gibbons
#33. Whoever is missing in action turns
Into a flower, after he reappears
In stories, such as the old people were
Telling...
Simeon Dumdum Jr.
#34. I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
Phoebe Cary
#35. The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily
do not rob the little violet of it's scent nor the daisy of its simple charm.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Therese De Lisieux
#36. I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.
Elena Ferrante
#37. The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
Dorothea Dix
#38. rose symbolizes balance - the flower is the beauty and the contrasting thorns are a reminder that love can be painful.
Mia Sheridan
#39. If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.
Jack Butler Yeats
#40. Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
#41. Oh, this is the joy of the rose;
That it blows,
And goes.
Willa Cather
#42. She bathed with roses red,
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.
Edmund Spenser
#43. Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.
Beverley Nichols
#44. A primrose by the river's brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And it was nothing more
William Wordsworth
#45. The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows ...
William C. Bryant
#46. And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#47. A rose does not cease to be a flower because it lost one petal.
Matshona Dhliwayo
#48. Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,
Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
Only to meet again more close.
John Keats
#49. She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
Sylvia Plath
#50. Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.
Christina Rossetti
#51. And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#52. I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.
Christina Rossetti
#53. To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect
Leonardo Da Vinci
#54. I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
William Butler Yeats
#55. Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Sting
#56. O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#57. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
John Milton
#58. If you go to a tree and start talking, or to a flower, a rose, people will think you are mad. If you go to the church and talk to the cross or to an image, nobody will think you are mad, they will think you are religious.
Osho
#59. When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, "To whom it may concern!" And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.
John Godfrey Saxe
#60. If you want to say it with flowers, remember that a single rose screams in your face: 'I'm cheap!'
Delta Burke
#61. Rose spreads its fragrance
His fragrance is his message.
Sushil Singh
#62. Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to breathe, I did not stir, and we gazed at each other fully five minutes before he concluded to move.
Celia Thaxter
#63. It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Robert Browning
#64. The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
William Shakespeare
#65. Daisies in water are the longest lasting
flower you can give to someone.
Fact.
Buy daisies.
Not roses.
Anne Sexton
#66. O rose! the sweetest blossom,
Of spring the fairest flower,
O rose! the joy of heaven.
The god of love, with roses
His yellow locks adorning,
Dances with the hours and graces.
James Gates Percival
#68. What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.
William Shakespeare
#69. You're a rose, the perfect flower. I'm a carnation, just a cheaper substitute.
Wendi Cassel
#70. Adversity is like the period of the rain ... cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
Walter Scott
#71. Strange is the riddle of this life of ours!
Who knows the meaning of the heavenly powers?
Great Caesar's wounds bleed yearly in the rose,
And flower-like ladies turn again to flowers.
Omar Khayyam
#72. Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.
Anne Ursu
#73. At first, she loved nought else but flowers,
And then-she only loved the rose;
And then-herself alone; and then-
She knew not what, but now-she knows.
Ridgely Torrence
#74. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
Oscar Wilde
#75. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia Woolf
#76. The music, and the banquet, and the wine
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments
The white arms and the raven hair
the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Lord Byron
#77. The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.
Cormac McCarthy
#78. Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .
Cicely Mary Barker
#79. If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.
Henry Vaughan
#80. O wild, dark flower of woman, Deep rose of my desire, An Eastern wizard made you Of earth and stars and fire.
Charles G.D. Roberts
#81. You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose,
But later on you're comin' out them pantyhose.
Too $hort
#82. Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God on this world about us. He has inscribed His thoughts in these marvelous hieroglyphics which sense and science have been these many thousand years seeking to understand.
Theodore Parker
#83. The sweetest flower that blows,
I give you as we part.
For you it is a Rose,
For me it is my heart.
Frederick Peterson
#84. Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year.
Lord Byron
#85. Sweet-briar and southern-wood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is - I know it well - it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.
Charlotte Bronte
#86. And offers me a black rose.
"I figured you'd hate flowers, so I decided to get one that matched your soul" He says. I take the flower, careful not to touch any of his long finger.
Sara Wolf
#87. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
William C. Bryant
#88. Break not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.
John Hay
#89. Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower:
Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.
Thomas More
#90. It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily.
Alexander Henry
#91. Consider the rose ... The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right? But sometimes, you got to clip the rose. You got to cut the rose back, so something sweeter smelling and stronger, and even more beautiful, will grow in its place
Billy Crystal
#92. Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
William C. Bryant
#94. People bring flowers and that's pretty memorable. I actually got a rose from one girl. She was so beautiful! I love all the screenings to be honest with you. I don't think I have gone to one single bad screening! Even if negative things happen, I turn it into positive reaction.
Tommy Wiseau
#95. Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.
No one was shallow. Not really.
Mary Balogh
#96. In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful. Each has its own expression. Each flower its' own fragrance. Each bird its' own song. So you too have your own unique melody.
Diane Dreher
#97. Had it lived long, is would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
Andrew Marvell
#98. I'll catch any rose in my vase-shaped heart, then process it through my vascular system, until there's nothing left.
Will Advise
#99. When he pressed his lips to hers, she was not surprised. It happened the way the sun rose, the way a flower blossomed, the way fain fell from the sky, the way the dead stopped breathing. Naturally. Inevitably.
Lauren Kate
#100. A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
William Carlos Williams
